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    It took her a moment to understand that the huddled form on the floor was Finn.  Dropping to her knees, she tried to pry his hands from his ears. “Finn, goddammit, what’s going on?”
    “Can’t...” Finn wheezed. Blood ran from one nostril, coating his lips and chin. “So loud.”
    “It started like some sort of seizure,” Darla muttered from behind. “I’ve called the doctor I collaborate with to—”
    “No,” Finn said, grabbing Ella’s arm and struggling to rise. “Let’s go.”
    Shit shit shit. “Can you make it?” she asked.
    They couldn’t let a doctor examine him, but her more immediate concern was whether Finn could stand.
    In answer, he licked his bloody lips, threw an arm around her shoulders and put his feet under him.
    “You can’t go like this,” Darla insisted. “You were convulsing, you fell to the floor...” She fluttered her hands and bit her red-stained lower lip. “Oh god, I’ve never had this happen with a patient.”
    “I’m okay,” Finn muttered, gritting his teeth, hanging on to Ella. “It’s all right.”
    “He’s fine, really,” Ella said, who never thought she’d say that, ever. “He gets these migraines. He forgot his medication. It’ll pass. We’ll come back another day.”
    Her phone was ringing, but she couldn’t let go of Finn who staggered as if he was drunk. The physiotherapist kept wringing her hands and getting in their way, trying to change their mind and make them stay until the doctor arrived. Ella wanted to swat her away but Finn stumbled and they knocked into a wall.
    “Just grab his other side, will you?” Ella forced her legs to straighten. Finn was all compact muscle, heavy as hell. Darla’s help would be greatly appreciated, but Finn was trying now to push off and she hung on to him, making sure he didn’t crash into the plants lining the entrance as they made their way to the elevator.
    “What’s going on?” she whispered, worry rekindling her anger — with the world for hurting Finn, with herself for not knowing what to do.
    “A rip.” He panted the words, his face scrunched up in pain. “Magic.”
    Yeah, that made perfect sense. “What are you talking about?”
    “Magic leaking. Through the Veil.” Every word was bitten out as if it hurt. “Magic like fire.”
    All right, now it made sense and Ella didn’t like it.
    Oh god, she knew what had happened to Mike. After all, he was an oracle, ever listening to what went on behind the Veil.
     
     
     
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    Finn leaned heavily on her as they trudged to Mike’s apartment, his face ash-grey. Fresh blood trickled from his nose. He looked as if he’d been in a car accident or a fist fight — or both.
    “It’s quiet now,” he whispered.
    “So it’s over?”
    “There’s damage.”
    “And what does it mean?”
    Finn shrugged.
    Great. “Can you still keep the Gates closed?”
    He pushed off her and staggered, fetching up against the wall. “Yeah.”
    Ella wanted to shake him, beg him to let her help.
    Probably wouldn’t do any good.
    So instead she banged on Mike’s door, relishing the pain in her knuckles.
    Scott opened, his blond hair stuck to his temples with sweat, his eyes wide. “Thanks for coming.” He walked back inside. “Come on in.”
    “How’s Mike?” Ella glanced back at Finn who was still leaning against the wall in the hallway. He’d wiped the blood from his nose, leaving a dark streak on his cheek. He had one of his best glares on, one hundred per cent pissed Finn. And he wasn’t even looking at her. Seemed to be pissed at the world in general.
    She could relate.
    As she watched, he made his limping way to the door, keeping a hand on the wall, his mouth a thin line.
    She let him enter and followed, making sure he didn’t fall over. Obstinate elf. She couldn’t believe he was back on his feet after the state she’d found him in on the floor.
    Her attention was caught by Mike coming out of the bedroom, looking the worse for